September 11, 2001
Bright blue sky
Sun shining
Golden silence
CRASH!
Shattered silence
Shattered lives
Shattered hopes
Shattered dreams
Shattered.
The Aftermath
Gray
Smoke
Screams
Debris everywhere
Dust fills the air
No room to breathe
A city stifled
A nation stifled
Freedom stifled
Snuffed out by the flaming ash
The foundations
Of a nation
Shaken to the core
(*Note: I wrote this poem at 10:35 pm on September 11, 2001. I was two weeks into my freshman year of college, my first time away from home. Thousands of miles away, worrying about friends and family members in NY and DC. This event absolutely shaped my generation, as we ventured through the cusp of adulthood in its immediate aftermath. I feel like this poem is one of my better ones, especially considering that I was only 17 when I wrote it. Today feels like the right day to share it.)
You really captured the feelings and that terrible moment so well. Sometimes a poem written while an event and feeling are fresh and raw is the most important kind.
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